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Summer Session by LunaMystik
 
Running Straight Into Trouble
 
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Chapter 9 – Running Straight Into Trouble



Kitten wanted to play, did she?


Chasing after Buffy as she sprinted through the gates of Restfield Cemetery and turned east, Spike focused on the muscular curve of her arse as it flexed beneath her black panties. The Slayer had gorgeous legs. He’d always been attracted to her, but seeing her clad in nothing but her unmentionables skyrocketed his lust for her to near unmanageable heights.


And her suggestion that the winner of their little race be rewarded by a kiss reassured him that his feelings were not unreciprocated. And if ‘kiss’ were to somehow turn into ‘shag,’ there would be no complaining from him. None whatsoever.


“Having trouble keeping up with me, Fang Face?” Buffy tossed at him over her shoulder.


The smile on her face and the glint in her eye nearly had him stumbling. Looked like the chit was having fun.


“Not a bit, luv. You just keep on runnin’ till you exhaust yourself... then I’ll pounce,” he threatened. If the smile on his face could pass for ‘threatening,’ that is.


He was pretty sure he was the faster runner here; Buffy and he were pretty evenly matched in everything they did, but his legs were longer. Simple physics. Or biology. Whatever it was, he knew he could catch her if he wanted to, but he didn’t.


He wanted to make this last.


She’d surprised the hell out of him just moments ago when, instead of staking him for presuming she wanted to watch him get naked, she’d shaken off her inhibitions and partially joined him.


Seeing her shyly drop her pants in the cemetery had been one of the most intensely erotic moments of his unlife. Sure, he’d seen and lived plenty of events that could be nominated for the honor, but something about the little blonde Slayer got his blood figuratively boiling in an almost primal way.


He could admit it to himself now.


He only had to make her understand that there was a good reason that she wasn’t pushing him away this summer like she would have in the past – she felt it too.


He’d seen it in the cemetery, the hesitant yet determined look in her eyes. She’d resisted at first, but lust and – he hoped – a little something else had taken over.


He’d also smelled it, that first night and again just now, that heady aroma of arousal that was driving him insane with want and making him chase her half naked through Sunnydale’s sleepy streets.


Buffy ran left onto the street that would bring them all the way to Shady Rest. She was going full out now, racing for all she was worth towards their destination. She was fast, even for a Slayer, but there was no way he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, keep up with her. She could sprout wings and make her way to the cemetery as the crow flies and he’d still follow her at a dead run.


He had the sinking sensation that he would now follow her wherever she went.



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It was a heady sensation. Oh, she was used to running through town with a vampire on her heels. This was by no means an unusual occurrence. But usually, it was because she was leading her prey to the place where she wanted to finish it off on her terms. Now she was leading her prey – because Spike could indeed be considered her prey here, albeit in a more, um, interesting way – towards the place of her choosing for the continuation of their sexy little interlude.


For the first time in months she felt womanly, desirable. Because that bulge she’d spied in his barely zipped jeans hadn’t been a roll of quarters. And she was pretty sure she was the inspiration behind it.


As she ran for all she was worth towards the gates of Shady Rest with Spike hot on her heels and gaining fast, she couldn’t help but wonder how she’d come to this. This time last week, she would have laughed at anyone who suggested that she’d be all hot and bothered over another vampire. Never would she have suspected that their little ‘hey, let’s spar to alleviate our boredom and restlessness’ pact would lead to this.


Never would she have believed that she’d be ok with sprinting through town in nothing but a bra and panties. Yeah, it was scorching hot outside, even now that the sun had set, but still! She just wasn’t that type of girl. Usually.


And never would she have thought that she’d be considering cutting her safe, dependable boyfriend loose so she could pounce on Spike, of all non-people.


Oh god.


Her pace faltered as she digested that particular thought, which had slithered uninvited into her conscious mind.


Break up with Riley so she could be free to pursue Spike? Really?


Break up with Riley, her loyal, somewhat boring significant other, so she could try to seduce Spike, a vampire who had probably never thought of her as anything more than a worthy foe he would kill the second the chip in his head was no longer an issue? Spike, a vampire who wasn’t burdened with a soul, who had spent part of the past spring trying to help Adam wreak havoc on Sunnydale?


Spike, a vampire who, for all intents and purposes, had never really shown any interest in her as a woman?


Was she out of her mind?


“Slayer, watch out!” came Spike’s voice behind her.


A second too late.


Buffy had been so distracted by her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed that Shady Rest’s gates were closed.


So she barreled into them face first.


“Owie,” she moaned pitifully.


Milliseconds later, a cool, hard chest collided with her back, pressing her even harder into the wrought iron gate.


“You ok, luv?” Spike asked, voice low, bringing his hands up to grasp her waist.


“Gate hard,” she complained. At the moment, she was eternally grateful for Slayer healing. Her cheek would bruise for sure.


“Well, the good news ‘s that you won, pet.” Spike whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear.


The pain? Instantly forgotten. It would’ve been gone soon enough anyway without her dwelling on it.


She spun around to have the gate at her back. Spike didn’t back away; he held his ground and moved his hands up to grasp the spears on either side of her head. She gasped when he moved even closer to her, brushing against her with his denim-encased cock.


“You won,” he repeated, lips so close to hers she could practically taste them. “Do you want your prize?”


In lieu of an answer, and unable to help herself, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his.


Oh god, but they were soft! Soft and moist and cool...


She brought her hands up and laid them flat against his chest, testing the muscle tone and the smoothness of his skin. His arms came down to loosely circle her waist.


Wanting more, she parted her lips and hoped he would take the action as the prompt she meant it as.


He did.


His tongue was just as soft and moist and cool as his lips. Mm, tongue of Spike...


Wait.


“I can’t,” she said into his mouth before lightly pushing him away.


“Huh?” His eyes looked dazed and unfocused. Had she caused that?


“I can’t kiss you,” she elaborated.


“Um, not to throw stones here, pet, but it was your idea, and you did start this,” he pointed out. He moved forward again and reached out, trying to wrap his arms around her waist once more. “So what do you say we agree that you can do this, and quite well at that, an’ put this little disagreement behind us, yeah?”


He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. And she let him, indulging herself for just a second before...


“Spike, I really can’t. I can’t be that girl,” she explained as she ducked under his left arm and away, forcing him to turn around to look at her. Her heart constricted painfully at the hurt look on his face.


“The girl that teases a vamp an’ pulls away? ’Cause there’s a term for that.”


“Don’t you dare say something mean! And I mean the type of girl who cheats on her boyfriend... no matter...” she trailed off.


“No matter what?” he asked, exasperated.


“No matter how much she wants to,” she admitted shyly. “I’m sorry.”


Spike sighed and cast both hands to his hair to pull on the silvery blond strands. He closed his eyes and tilted his head skywards, obviously trying to gain control of himself lest he do something the chip might make him pay for later.


Buffy waited.


Finally, he spoke. “No need to apologize.”


“Ok, why?” she asked, slightly perplexed. What was Spike up to? Knowing him and his impulsive impatience, she’d expected a violent backlash – of the verbal variety, at the very least. But here he was, being kind of sweet and accepting of her backpedaling.


Huh. Spike being kind of sweet. Interesting.


He sighed, as if resigned. “’ve been cheated on by Dru, pet. A lot. I know how it feels, how it hurts. I despise that worthless pillock you call your boyfriend, but let’s jus’ call this male solidarity, yeah?”


Buffy was shocked. “You have morals? Who knew?”


“No one,” he replied sharply. “So let’s not have that get around. Would ruin my reputation.”


Despite herself, Buffy let out a giggle. He was just too cute!


“Oi, ’s not funny!”


“Oh, I disagree!”


“You would!”


“Buffy? Spike?”


Both her and Spike turned to face Xander and Anya, who were staring at them. Anya seemed particularly fascinated by Spike’s naked chest.


Buffy suddenly remembered that she wasn’t wearing a whole lot of clothes.


“Hi, guys,” she chirped with as much perkiness as she could muster. “Um, what are you doing in this part of town? Alone?”


“I think we could ask you the same thing, Buff,” Xander replied. “And why are you two practically in the buff?” He smiled widely at his pun.


Yes, why indeed? Buffy thought. Better think of something quick…


“We ran into a demon,” Spike volunteered. “Nasty bugger, an’ he was starkers and unhappy ’bout it. Requisitioned her pants an’ my shirt.”


“Requisitioned?” Xander repeated, perplexed.


“Stole, if you prefer small, easy to understand words,” Spike mocked. “Regardless, it’s now gallivanting around town in our clothes.”


“Unless it disintegrates,” Buffy pointed out.


“Huh?” both Spike and Xander turned to face her with incredulous looks on their face. Anya just looked at her knowingly. It made Buffy uncomfortable.


“Yeah, I think I remember Giles mentioning that Cannoli demons –”


“You mean Kanjolee demons, luv,” Spike corrected. Well, wasn’t he being all helpful, what with the injecting realism into her bluff by correcting her pronunciation.


“Right, sorry. Anyway, apparently they can disintegrate at will. I’m just saying that maybe we’ll never find it, that we’ll just happen upon our clothes lying in a heap in a cemetery somewhere.”


There, all bases covered! There was really no need for Xander, and especially Anya – or was that Anya, and especially Xander – to know that Spike and her were involved in a weird stripping-slash-kissing relationship. Really, it could only lead to major wigs on everyone’s part.


“Well, ok, sure, that makes sense... kinda,” Xander said. “Do you want us to walk you home, Buff? Since you’re all pants-less and stuff, I wouldn’t want anyone, or anything,” he shot a distrustful look at Spike, “to come along and try to take advantage of you.”


“Hey, Slayer here!” Buffy pointed to herself with a wounded expression on her face.


“Hence my use of the word ‘try.’ You coming?”


“Sure, I guess,” she agreed as she turned to Spike. Since her back was to the interfering couple, she shot him an apologetic look and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ at him.


“Tomorrow night, Buffy?” he asked, again with that hopeful expression – which she was beginning to find very endearing – on his face.


“Tomorrow night, Spike,” she responded with a smile. “Maybe we’ll finally stumble upon a beastie to kill.”


“Yeah, maybe. See you then, Slayer.”


She turned back to her friends and motioned for them to follow her. She supposed that heading home was her best option for now.


She had a lot of thinking to do.



TBC…
 
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